You go ooh and ahh when I jump in my carPeople treat me like Kareem Abdul JabbarWhen I'm up to par, no matter who you areI betcha go hip hop, hurray or hurrahBut the ahhs and ohhs is my kind of newsPop your tape in, put your car in cruiseI never heard the boos, I never drank boozeCause I just rock the rhythm, left alone the bluesThe L.I. mystique, You sneak to peekA look and then you know that we're never weakI know you can't wait, it's never too lateNo fear I'm here, and everything is straightCycles, cycles, life runs in cyclesNew is old, no I'm not no psychoThe monkey on the back makes the best excelThe people in the crowd makes the rock wellThe people in the back lets you know who's whackAnd those who lack, the odds are stackedThe one who makes the money is white not blackYou might not believe it but it's like thatWhen you come to my show, watch me throwDown with the other brothers toe to toeWhen you make a move, new not usedAnd watch the bro here just bust a grooveA fat lady soprano, loads my ammoAnd hear my jam, with a funky pianoEasy on the wall but hard on the panelA fool smokes Kools cause he chokes on CamelsIn effect, the crew's in checkRun by the posse with the gold around the neckHomeboys in heat, lookin' for sweetLadies in the crowd so they can meetSomebody to body, makin' a babyGivin' it to grandma then makin' her crazyI'm a MC protector, U.S. defectorSouth African government wreckerPanther power, you can feel it in my armLookout y'all cause I'm a timebombTickin', tockin', all about rockin'Makin' much dollars while the crazy one's clockin'The rhythm, to shake the house downy downBounce to the ounce, sound so crownThe man, the enemy, Public King, noAll fall to the force of my swingLike Ali, Frazier, Thriller in ManilaA pinpoint point blank microphone killer am INo need to lie, got the Flavor Flave[...]Just choose to lose the bet, emcee stick upThis is the wiz, but the mike's not his, it's mineOne time let the star shineAnd I'm tellin' you, yelling at you you're throughDon't think you're grown because your moustache grewI'm number one, you know it weighs a tonAnd I'll be the burger, you can be the bun, girlSurroundin', my steady poundin'Get, get on down to my funky soundAnd rock the rhythm rhyme, one time your mindRhythm roll, two times control,The mauler and the caller of your doomAnd when I'm ready to leave, you're gonna know I go boomThree times y'all, rhythm rhyme and rockThen you'll that the D is on the blockFour times y'all and never ever the whackIt's the hour to the minute, time to blow BLACK